Rose Colored Glasses (1/??)

I wrote 2/3’s of this at nearly 4AM so excuse me if it’s weird. But yeah, this is the Kon/Tim/Connor fic I said I wanted to attempt to write. I’m sorta half-figuring out where this story is going to go, but I have a general idea already~ :3 Enjoy!

Special thanks goes to my beloved Teal who showed me the awesomeness that is Connor Hawke. She also beta’d this for me and came up with the title~ So, bb, this fic is all for you ♥

“Hurry and catch her now!” Tim shouted as he launched the grappling gun onto the nearest ledge and swung himself across the terrace.

He saw Kon fly next to him and Connor swing just behind him.

“Superboy, take the back. Arrow the right,” Tim ordered as soon as he landed. On the communicator he said, “Wonder Girl, go left. Kid Flash, cut her off at the front. I’ll meet her in the middle.”

Connor nodded at once and was gone. Kon hung back for just a second, finding Tim’s eyes and speaking volumes without saying a single word.

“Be careful,” he murmured just as Tim nodded and said similar sentiments. And then Kon was gone, flying towards the opposite building in a blur of black and blue.

Tim swung onto another ledge and whipped out a pair of infrared goggles from his back pouch. He scanned the building across from him, which was an unfinished structure; the windows still unplaced and open, and several levels still in need of a floor plan and walls to cover them up.

His eyes moved from one floor to the other until he spotted something running in his field of vision: an orange figure leaping from railing to railing like a trapeze artist. The person was too slim and small to assume it was any of the guys on his team, and Tim knew it wasn’t Cassie either, although the person was definitely female judging from the shape of their hips and chest size.

Tim bared his teeth into a dangerous smile. “Got you,” he muttered and shot out his grappling gun again.

He waited as the person reached a certain point of the building before finally jumping off the ledge and swinging right through the window, glass, metal and wood shattering with the impact of his collision. He rolled onto the floor to break his fall and then made another leap as the person he was waiting for finally turned the corner and barreled right into him.

There was a brief shuffle as Tim was thrown off, his back hitting the floor, hard—the force which sent him skidding across the floorboards at an alarming speed. He quickly gripped the side of the rail to stop himself and just about made it before he reached the end of the line, where beyond was just one huge drop to the bottom.

He then felt someone stand over him and Tim was quick to react. He leaped onto the farthest railing and took on a fighting stance, batarang at the ready.

“Stop right there, Poison Ivy,” he growled. “My team and I have you surrounded. You might as well quit while you’re still in one piece.”

Ivy merely laughed. “That’s what I like about you and the Batman,” she said, smiling mockingly at Tim. “Your sense of humor is just to die for.”

“I mean it,” Tim warned and pressed the signal on his communicator that told the other Titans to regroup. “Any moment now, you won’t have anywhere to go.”

She laughed again and her amusement sounded like the jingle of bells or the soft fall of rain in the forest—almost alluring. Tim gritted his teeth and tried to shake off the obvious effects of her power.

“That won’t work on me,” he hissed, more defiant than ever.

“Obviously it does, otherwise you wouldn’t be fighting so hard, little bird,” Ivy purred and jumped onto the railing he was on as if she floated there. “Honestly, Boy Wonder, when are you going to learn? You can’t fight basic instinct.”

She tread closer towards him, each step sending a scent of something captivating to fill his nostrils, making him feel like he was light in his feet and in dream.

No, Tim thought, fighting for reality. He took another step back, glaring.

“I’m immune to your little tricks,” he said and took a vindictive kind of satisfaction at the way her eyes blew up in shock. “You think I wouldn’t have come prepared knowing who you are?”

Then the surprise was gone and Ivy was laughing again, only there was nothing mesmerizing about it. This sounded like thunder during a storm or the howl of wolves right before closing in on their hunt. This was something dangerous and made Tim stand on alert again.

“You have so much to learn, little bird,” she chuckled. “You think I wouldn’t come prepared knowing who you are? Please.”

And Tim realized he couldn’t move. He was paralyzed to the railing, his arms and his legs unyielding as Ivy all but invaded his personal space. He could smell that scent, like flowers in a wasteland or thorns of a wild rose, stronger than ever, devouring him, his senses, until he could barely think straight. He was completely under her mercy.

He saw the length of her smile as they ghosted over the surfaces of Tim’s jaw, his cheek and then finally his lips.

“I reserved this special little toxin just for you, Robin,” she murmured. “So be sure to choose well or you just might end up losing your mind.”

And then she kissed him, her lips like cold honey against his own. Tim willed himself not to succumb to it but it was like trying to stop himself from breathing. Logic and reason abandoned him and all that was left was pure, uncontrollable impulse.

His mind worked fast—trying desperately to cling onto the vestiges of his discipline—but could only manage one measly thought from the back of his mind: Kon. Kon. Kon!

Kon, he thought, feeling his vision growing dark. Kon… help me.

“Get the fuck away from him.”

That voice… was familiar. Familiar and uncharacteristically dangerous, like they were physically restraining themselves from going totally ballistic.

Ivy pulled away from him and Tim felt his strength give out; he fell against her despite every fiber of his being wanting greatly to get away from her. But he couldn’t move; he could scarcely breathe let alone even remain conscious, which he was steadfastly losing the longer he remained in her arms.

“Robin! Robin, speak to me!”

He recognized that voice, he kept thinking. Slowly and weakly but reacting completely by instinct at this point, Tim turned his head in the direction it had came in. He could hardly see things anymore. There was a series of fuzzy shapes and colors swirling about him. But he saw the one he recognized and reacted to the most; he remembered the familiar blur of black, blue and red splashed across the middle and his heart leaped.

“Super…boy…” he murmured, feeling the last of his energy drain at that one word.

Ivy chuckled against him as if she just found something oddly amusing. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel this love-fest a little early.” Tim felt her take something from his pouch and knew it to be one of his time-bombs. “Enjoy yourselves, boys. Ta ta!”

“Wait, don’t—”

At the same time Ivy launched the bomb into the air, Tim felt her push him off the ledge of the railing. He only had a second to hear the timer hit zero before an explosion erupted and everything was engulfed in flames and smoke and debris.

Tim heard someone shout his name before he was swallowed up by the darkness.

******

“Choose well…”

Tim groaned, feeling himself come to, but barely.

What happened to him? he wondered. And slowly pieces of his memory came fixing back into place. He saw Ivy, remembered how helpless he was to her advances (something Batman would undoubtedly be disappointed about once he heard about this), then he remembered a flash of blue and red, then the rise and heat of flames as they surrounded everything.

What he hell had Poison Ivy done to him? He couldn’t understand what had happened or how she managed to manipulate him like this.

But just thinking about it made his head hurt; there was a ringing in his ears so bad that it was actually making him dizzy and nauseous. His finger twitched and instantly the pain rushed through the rest of him, making him cry out.

Shit. He couldn’t move and for an entirely different reason this time. He wasn’t sure how he’d survived the fall, but one thing was for sure: he had definitely broken several bones and who knows what else in the wake of his fall because everything about his body screamed hurt and pain. On the side of his head, he felt something dripping, and he knew he was likely bleeding on other places as well.

Tim tried to see if his communicator had survived the fall as well, but couldn’t make out anything passed the darkness and the rubble.

Great, he thought, closing his eyes again. He couldn’t move or couldn’t call for help. What the hell was he going to do?

The pounding in his head had reached unbearable levels of pain at this point.

“Kon…” he murmured helplessly, like the last time. “Kon…”

And before he even realized it, he was falling fast into unconsciousness again.

******

When he resurfaced back to wakefulness, Tim realized two things: 1) several of his injuries had been treated and wrapped in gauze bandages and 2) he wasn’t alone.

Instantly, he called out a name, “Kon?” he said, trying to move but the pain only shot up his body again, causing Tim to groan and squeeze his eyes back shut.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, Tim,” said a voice that wasn’t Kon’s at all but was still distinctly familiar. “You’re hurt real bad.”

“Who… who…?” Tim couldn’t formulate sentences, but he felt someone put a hand over his gently. It was warm and reassuring to the touch that it put Tim at ease again.

“Just relax,” said the voice softly. “I’ve already sent for the others. They should be here soon.”

Tim opened his eyes. At first he couldn’t see anything but dim lights and a fuzzy shape. But as it focused he started to notice certain things, like the hair—so light in color, so soft—the eyes, such a startling shade of green, like jade, and then finally to the rest of them, which was just a splash of even more green. And Tim knew who it was just as the face came into perfect clarity.

“Connor,” he breathed.

Connor smiled, and Tim’s eyes watched those lips for a moment before moving away.

“Hey,” he said, looking relieved. “I’m glad you’re okay, Tim. You’re going to be fine.”

“I… I can’t move, Connor,” said Tim, wincing, and sighed in relief only as Connor shuffled closer to him. His presence was soothing as well as compelling, and Tim wasn’t entirely sure why he suddenly felt this way.

“The others will be here soon,” Connor promised. “I don’t want to move you in case something is broken.”

“Connor, I…” Tim started and felt his heart spike as Connor hovered over him, worriedly.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“N-Nothing,” said Tim, but he knew that wasn’t right either. Something was off. Something he couldn’t place, not while his head felt like it was on the verge of exploding or when his whole body was in pain. “I just feel weird. But I don’t—”

“Tim! Connor!” said a faraway voice that Tim instantly recognized.

There was a loud sound, like a wrecking ball had just plowed through iron and rock and steel. And then more voices and footsteps were coming through, each of them calling his name.

“Tim,” said Cassie who knelt down beside him. “Oh thank goodness you’re alright.” Behind her, Tim could see Bart, and the mixture of worry and relief on his face.

“Tim.” And it was the voice Tim was waiting for. He turned his head and saw Kon sit next to him, his eyes moving up and down his body, passed the flesh and assessing the damage inside. Tim could see that every broken bone and cut he came across made Kon look and feel guiltier.

Tim tried to smile, even though it hurt to do that too. “I’m alright, Kon,” he said. “It’s not your fault.”

Kon bit his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything, but Tim could see it in his eyes. Nothing what Tim could possibly say right now would help make Kon feel any better or feel any less responsible.

“He’s broken a few ribs,” Connor said quietly, and again, Tim was drawn to that voice; it was soothing to his ears and made something inside him feel full and empty at the same time (it was a strange conundrum). “Something probably broke his fall, so he should be okay. His left leg looking bad though. And I’m worried about that head wound. Could be a concussion. We should get him back to Headquarters ASAP, but I’m worried about moving him.”

“I’ll do it,” said Kon at once, and just like that, Tim was looking at him again. His head was starting to hurt from the constant throw-backs.

Tim felt that strange and pleasant tingle of Kon’s TTK wrap around him, like a blanket, lifting him off the ground with a gentle ease.

“Be careful, Kon,” said Cassie, but Tim knew Kon would never drop him.

And then he was in Kon’s arms, one hand supporting beneath Tim’s legs and the other wrapped firmly around his shoulder; the ghost of his TTK still a pleasant fog over his skin. Tim felt his head tucked under Kon’s chin as his ear pressed close to his chest, listening to the tandem sounds of Kon’s heart beating steadily.

“Wait,” he said, and Kon stopped. “Poison Ivy. Where—”

“She got away,” said Bart. “But don’t worry, Tim. We’ll get her. For now, you need to rest.”

“But,” Tim started.

“Relax, Tim,” said Kon and Tim looked up at him. Kon had that look on his face that suggested no argument was going to be won here—at least not by Tim.

Tim, too tired and in pain to broach even a single sign of complaint, simply sighed and nodded, allowing himself to sink back into Kon’s arms.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Cassie, leading the way with Bart following close behind her. Kon and Tim went in after them and Connor just behind them.

But as they started making their way out of the debris, Tim couldn’t help but turn his head in the direction just over Kon’s shoulder, where he unknowingly sought for a pair of green eyes in the dark.